Wicked Games ~ Negan

Chapter 4: The beginning

      "Tell me you love me, but only for     tonight. Even though you don't love me."

I stirred in my sleep, my breaths becoming quicker and my brain becoming active. My hand finds my hair and pushes the curls out of my face as my leg moves closer to my chest. My eyes flutter open and I'm faced with crimson red covering my body. I gasp, my body jumping in response as my eyes widen. A scream leaves my lips as my greatest fear approaches me: death. Tears brim my eyes but suddenly a door slams open and yelling come from my left. I turn and am faced with hands on my wrist as I fight against my attacker.

"Holy shit Makaylynne, wake up!" A raspy voice jolts in my face as I am pulled into a warm chest. My breathing uneven and my eyes find the blood covering, but only to find it to be silk sheets. Tears fall from my face as the realization hits me. It's Negan's room. My hands push against his chest as his hands find their way into my hand my hair. My green orbs meet Negan's almost black orbs, swirling with emotion I couldn't recall. My hands still fixed on his chest sends chills through my body, my eyes trailing to his salt and pepper chest hair, that trails down farther past the hem of his pants. A blush creeps on my face as his thumbs wipe away the tears dripping down the side of my cheeks. "You okay, doll?" His voice swirls around me coating me in protection. My head nods as I remember the event that was before this, before I blacked out. My brain fuzzed and instantly shot my head towards my ankle. White gauze covers the injured ankle and overtop of it laid a black removable cast.

Out of the corner of my eye Negan turns his attention where mine lays, "After you passed out the doctor fixed your ankle up, putting a couple stitches in from the incision. You can't walk for a good 2 weeks due to the sprained ankle." He leads off while walking towards the side table grabbing the pitcher full of water. His arm tips the pitcher filling the glass cup full of water and he grabs two green pills. Walking back over towards me, Negan gestures the items to me and I gladly take them. Not only was my mouth drier than the Sahara desert but my ankle throbbed like hell. As the cup came towards my chapped lips, Negan's eyes followed my every move. He stood there as the water slid down my throats causing me to let out a groan in satisfaction. His eyes never left me and flushed with emotion, causing a heat to rise below.

I slowly hand the glass back over to Negan as I asked, " What do you want with me?" My voice goes low and quickly spits the words out. My head hung low and my hands clung to the silk sheets.

"What do you mean?"

My body shakes as those words leave his red tinted lips, and my eyes travel up to his. "You know what I mean, why did you choose me? What happens now?" My emotions get the best of me as my hand pushes curls behind my ear. I push off the sheets, showing me in nothing then black laced underwear. My thighs left bare and large, my face goes red and my hands quickly grab for the crimson sheets once again. My heart speeds up as soon as his hands reach for mine, coming close and towering me. Negan's masculine smells fill my nostrils and I am filled of ecstasy.

Negan's head dips down towards the dip of my neck, the tee shirt I once had on is now gone and replaced with a overly large white shirt. "What do I want you for? Oh darling, there is so many damn things I want to use you for. Fuck, just call me daddy and maybe we can have a deal. Because I know those thighs aren't clenching for nothing, Makaylynne." My mouth gaped open and each word that left his lips made it harder and harder to resist him. I was sure going to have to change my underwear after this is done. "Now you wanna know why I must of picked you? Well let's see the facts that are shown. I mean Jesus fuck, a man would have to be blind if he didn't see your beauty, and not to mention how hot as fuck you are when you're laying in my king sized bed with my red silk sheets. Only in a pair of thin panties and my tee-shirt." His hands let go of my wrist and grabbed onto my shoulders, pushing me back onto the soft mattress. My back began to arch, hating how much a few inches could mean separation from his body. Negan lifted himself onto the bed, hovering on top of me, his large hand running up my thigh. A loud moan filled up in the back of my throat and I roughly grab onto his bicep and his breath on my face creating even more heat in my body. His knee found its way between my thigh, separating them and my core only centimeters away from his skin. "You can't hide you feelings baby doll. I can read you like a book. And I know when you want something and I'm something that you want. Isn't it?" He growls as his hand reaches farther and farther up my leg. I wine and I twine my legs around his thigh wanting him close to me and any space between us tearing at heart.